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“Say you are mine,” he ordered.

“I am yours,” she uttered, ending on a cry of pleasure as he caught and rubbed her clitoris between two of his fingers. “Oh! Oh!” she cried. Back and forth, back and forth he rubbed, nearly pinching her, he held her clitoris so tight. “Raven,
Raven
,” she mewled and if she tried to move he held her down. Pinching and rubbing her until she screamed in pleasure!

“Tell me you are
mine
,” he hissed.

“I-I’m y-your-rs,” she choked, as her buttocks bucked upward with each blinding spark of pleasure he wrought over her.

It was then Chloe felt the broad-head of Raven’s penis pushing at her anus and she yielded beneath the pressure of his hard thrust.
“Oh!”
she squealed. He had her pinned to the seat he was so thick and hard inside her, embedded to the hilt of his rigid cock. “I am yours! Yours! Yours!” she panted harshly as she climaxed in a convulsion and she could feel her inner wall’s spasm around the mass of Raven’s rigid cock, and then she began to climax again!

“God,” Raven groaned. “God!” Then he began to mate her bottom in long hard stabbing thrusts that pushed her into the carriage seat and back again as she continued to climax. Her moans were shrill and abrupt with each rapid thrust that Raven took. He was branding her his, driving her forward with each pumping of his hips. Faster. Faster. Faster!

“Raven!” she screamed and he took and took and took!

H
arrison fell forward over Rosebud’s back gripping the squabs with his hands to keep from crushing her with his weight, just as the carriage halted its motion. He was nearly senseless beneath the last raw edges of his overwhelming ejaculation. Yet he was trained beyond normal men and he knew instantly . . . But it was still too late! To late for his lax body to respond to the fact that his driver would never open the carriage door. His gaze turned to see the barrel of a French-made dueling pistol placed to his temple.

“Get out slowly, Scar,” ordered a rough French accented voice behind the pistol.

Harrison knew at that moment without any more doubts. Yet god help him, he
knew
it too late. Chloe!
Oh god, Chloe,
his mind screamed. She was nearly unconscious beneath him. Naked. Vulnerable.

“Now!” The pistol clicked into the cocked position and Harrison slowly moved off Chloe. His sluggish mind trying to force his instincts into motion.

“Eoo, my little sister, has tamed the venomous beast!” Lia Delconte exclaimed. “Thees is too delicious, Pigot! Our, Scar, is too fucked to move more quickly than the humped beast!” Lia’s laughter rang sharp and nasty in the night air. “Did you think, Scar, that you were fucking me?” she asked, laughing crassly as he stepped from the carriage with the large Monsieur Pigot holding a pistol to his temple.

Lia stepped up to the open carriage door and tossed her cape inside. “Get out of there, little Chloe! I have need of you now!”

“No!” Chloe cried and Harrison winced at the terror in her voice.

“You have no choice!” Lia spat. “Or I will kill your lover here, and then go inside his fancy townhouse and kill Sebastian!”

“No-no,” Chloe whimpered, as she slowly made her way out of the carriage with the dark cloak wrapped tight around her.

Harrison watched Lia turn to him, a vision of Chloe yet callused and more used looking. He could never mistake them.

“Did you think I would not know that you would seek your revenge on me?” Lia asked him. “You are the only one of thees Archangels with enough balls to care that little Lia made a small mistake. But I gave you my sister, yes? Is this not sweet revenge for you, don’t you think? Perhaps we are even now?”

“We will never be even, Lia,” Harrison uttered, turning his gaze to Chloe. “Not unless you leave her with me.”

“Uo!” Lia exclaimed sharply. “You ask too much. I need her now!”

“Let me kill him,” Pigot spat.

“Non!” Lia exclaimed. “As much as I would like to, then we would have all thees Archangels down on us. And I have too much trouble like this already.”

“Please don’t take, Sebastian,” Chloe whispered.

“Oh non, little sister. I cannot take that troublesome babe. It is only you that I need now.”

Lia nodded to Pigot and without warning he butted the pistol sharply against Harrison’s temple, and the last thing Harrison heard was Chloe screaming his name.

***

H
arrison held Sebastian tightly to his chest, he could not seem to let go of him. Yet he had to move quickly or he would never get Chloe back.
Oh god, Chloe.
As god as his witness, he did not deserve her. He never deserved her. Yet none of that mattered now. Now he had to move! He would take Sebastian to Gabriella and that would free his movements to do what he must. He just prayed that he could sidestep Drummond because Chloe’s only hope now was if he went out on his own. But he had a clue. One small clue.

It was something that Lia had said concerning not needing any more trouble equivalent to the troubles she already had. That signified that someone else was seeking her for revenge, and they were getting too close. Why else would Lia need Chloe, unless she intended to pass Chloe off again as herself. He had to assume another person wanted revenge against Lia, and Chloe was going to pay again. Unless he could find her quickly.

He only knew of two people, through all his research on Lia, who would go that far. People that would need revenge just as he had to the exclusion of all else. And he was betting on the German named Kant. It had been Kant’s team that Lia killed in Prague. Yet what was not widely known was that Kant survived, but minus a few fingers, and if the rumors were correct he also no longer sported a functioning dick. What would a man like that do to Chloe?

Harrison jerked his head in denial. He could not think of that now. He had to set that aside. So instead he descended the stairs two at a time, barely allowing his butler the time to pull open the front door for him. He warmly bundled Sebastian inside of his cloak as he ordered his driver to make all haste to Drummond’s London mansion. Then he entered the carriage to sit and stare at the torn pieces of silk on the opposite seat.

Several hours later Harrison slipped silently along one of the piers at the London docks. The early morning light was just barely catching the fog. He had done exceptionally well so far. He'd been extremely lucky in avoiding Drummond while leaving Sebastian in Gabriella’s care. And now more fortunate than that he had discovered that Kant was in London, or he had been several hours before. Now he would confirm the rumor, and then find Kant.

Even now he prayed it was Kant that Lia had given Chloe to, because he had something to trade Kant for Chloe’s release. Himself. Kant did not realize it yet, but he had been the assassin that had killed Kant’s brother five years before. Kant would know him by reputation though. They had skimmed the edges around each other for years, playing their games for their countries. He had seen Kant in person several times while spying in France. Now he just needed to find the man and convince him who he was, then offer the trade for Chloe. It would work if he could just find them.

“D
rink more!”

Chloe tried to refuse the harsh opium-laced drink but the man called Kant forced her to drink it, slopping liquid over her chin when she tried not to. Her vision and mind were already hazy in a rippling slow motion quality. This was not the first time Kant had forced her to drink the opiate. How many times now? Three? Four? She could not remember . . .

“That’s it, Lia,” Kant coaxed, tilting the cup upward until she drained the last dredges.

Lia! That shook Chloe’s drug hazed mind. This man thought she was Lia. Another man thought she was Lia. “Raven!”

“Stop saying that name, you bitch!” Kant slapped her hard, but truly she barely felt it as she whimpered, and then Kant snarled, “Come, Lia, it is time to play again!”

Ohno!
Chloe panicked for a moment, but she lost her will and direction in the haziness of the opium effects while Kant dragged her from the dirty bedroom, using the collar with the leash that he had belted around her neck. He took her to a large room. She did not know what kind of room it was. There were men's voices. Foreign accents. Blurry men's faces around her. She smiled. They were happy. Laughing, drinking maybe? She wanted to laugh with them now, yet her body was too lax.

“Lay down, cunt,” Kant ordered, harshly tugging on her collar and chain.

Chloe frowned at him. He was not happy. Everyone else was happy. But she wanted to lay down, she was happy to do it, feeling all languid and warm. She lay on a bed with a soft velvet quilt. She turned her head slowly feeling the blurry men's faces around her. They were sitting around her drinking . . . yes, she could see that and one of them smoked a cigar as he watched her.

“Spread your legs, Lia!” Kant tugged hard on the chain and collar around her neck.

It hurt,
Chloe thought numbly and she wondered where her clothes were . . . her clothes . . . her clothes?

Harrison clamped his jaw tight. There were at least twenty men in the warehouse room. He could not take them all at once. For now, they just watched Chloe. And that was all right, he told himself, because she was beautiful. Yet soon they would stop watching her as Kant made her touch herself. Her breasts, her belly, and between her beautiful pale legs. She had to be drugged. Opium, he would guess because she smiled and undulated on the bed for Kant. Held by a collar and leash, like a-

Harrison shook his thought away with a jerk of his head. Now there was no time to call in reinforcements. He could not let them gang rape her. Which was what it was leading to. He had to get to Kant. Kant could stop it. And he had something Kant wanted.

Harrison made his entrance dramatic. He wanted to make sure to quickly catch Kant’s attention, so he jumped with a shattering crash through the skylight window on the roof where he had been watching the scene below. The roof was slanted enough that none of the glass would fall Chloe’s way. He used the rope he'd found on the pier below and tied it off to swing down to the warehouse floor in a billow of shattering glass and his great coat.

When his feet hit the floor, he shouted one word, one damning German word at Kant. Luckily his rasping shout was loud enough over the clamor of angry men's voices because before the crowd could mob him, Kant yelled. “Halt! He is mine!”

Chloe still lay on the raised bed held by Kant’s collar and leash. She was mindless to what was happening, naked and defenseless. Harrison desperately wanted to throw his greatcoat around her, to hold her, never letting her go. Yet he stood rigidly still and raised his hands slowly in hopes of bolstering the bald face lie that he carried no weapons.

“How did you know that name?” Kant shouted “Only my brother, Klaus, would have!”

“Because I killed him,” Harrison rasped as he began to pace slowly in a wide arc.

“Don’t move, assassin!” Kant shouted, tugging hard on the chain in his agitation and making Chloe yelp in pain.

Boldly, Harrison continued to pace. “You want the man who killed your brother, do you not?” he sneered with the arc he was pacing, tightening. “You want the man who watched your brother piss his pants before he died? Do you not?”

“Cunt! You worthless, assassins’ cunt!” Kant screamed, shaking the chain to Chloe’s collar. “Yes, I want you!” he hissed savagely. “And I have you!” he charged.

“That is an illusion, Master Kant!” Harrison hissed. “You only have me if I wish it!” His pacing began circling even closer. He had seen his savior —
his
salvation amongst the group of men! He should have known. But now he needed to play down his last card. “And I do wish it!” Harrison sneered at Kant “For the woman! I want her more than you. Give her to my companion and we will see if two German brothers piss their pants in death the same way!” Harrison could see that Kant was livid, Kant wanted to charge, yet held himself barely in check with his jerking gaze scanning the room. He was looking for the companion as a smart man would do.

“I believe that we have a deal,” Drummond said, pulling the hammer back on his pistol and pointing it at Kant as he tossed his cigar aside. His quickly fluid motions took him to the bed where Chloe lay.

“They will kill you both!” Kant charged of the men milling around behind them watching the highly charged scene. No doubt several were Kant’s personal men.

“I have no doubt,” Drummond drawled. “However, you have made an honest deal for an exchange. This man for the woman.”

Kant relaxed, then nodded as he threw down the leash. “I will find her later,” he hissed. Then he turned to Harrison. “Take him!” he shouted.

Bang!

“No!” Drummond shouted, pointing the pistol that he had just shot into the air once again at Kant.

“Not until they are gone!” Harrison yelled hoarsely. “I will be here standing before you.”

“All right. Ya! Take her,” Kant uttered, waving his hand for Drummond to proceed.

Harrison watched as Drummond threw his cloak over Chloe and lifted her up into his arms, still holding his pistol on Kant. “We are never alone,” Drummond said with a sneer before he quickly stalked away from the inner warehouse room.

“What did he mean?” Kant growled, right before he shouted, “Take him now!”

Harrison did not fight. He could still see Drummond and Chloe at the far end of the warehouse. One more minute and they would reach the door to the outside.

“Strip him! He is an assassin,” Kant ordered, as many hands grabbed Harrison, jostling him as they began to tear at his clothes. The greatcoat went first as a bull of a man locked his forearm around Harrison’s neck from behind. Harrison stayed unnaturally still as the door at the end of the warehouse opened.

Rip!
His shirt was ripped open. The door closed-

Chloe felt the carriage swaying, as she cried out, “I am yours! Yours!” Then her neck went limp and her head fell backward...

Drummond held Chloe on his lap as he gnawed on the end of an unlit cigar while he gazed unblinking out of the carriage window into the bright afternoon sunlight. He did not believe that Harrison had a chance, and he had only made his last statement in the hopes of throwing Kant off and buying Harrison any small chance he could give him. Yet there was no hidden someone there to help Harrison. Harrison was on his own. And as much as Drummond wanted to go back and make a last stand with Harrison, he knew what Harrison needed more, and that was getting Chloe to safety.